Written by Jacques Brel - Performed by David Bowie
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In the port of Amsterdam
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There's a sailor who sings
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Of the dreams that he brings
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From the wide open sea
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In the port of Amsterdam
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There's a sailor who sleeps
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While the river bank weeps
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To the old willow tree
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In the port of Amsterdam
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There's a sailor who dies
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Full of beer, full of cries
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In a drunken town fight
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In the port of Amsterdam
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There's a sailor who's born
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On a hot muggy morn
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By the dawn's early light
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In the port of Amsterdam
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Where the sailors all meet
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There's a sailor who eats
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Only fish heads and tails
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And he'll show you his teeth
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That have rotted too soon
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That can haul up the sails
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That can swallow the moon
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And he yells to the cook
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With his arms open wide
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"Hey, bring me more fish
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Throw it down by my side"
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And he wants so to belch
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But he's too full to try
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So he stands up and laughs
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And he zips up his fly
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In the port of Amsterdam
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You can see sailors dance
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Paunches bursting their pants
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Grinding women to porch
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They've forgotten the tune
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That their whiskey voice croaked
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Splitting the night
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With the roar of their jokes
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And they turn and they dance
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And they laugh and they lust
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Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
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And then out of the night
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With their pride in their pants
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And the sluts that they tow
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Underneath the street lamps
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In the port of Amsterdam
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There's a sailor who drinks
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And he drinks and he drinks
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And he drinks once again
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He'll drink to the health
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Of the whores of Amsterdam
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Who've given their bodies
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To a thousand other men
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Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
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Their goodness all gone
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For a few dirty coins
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Well he just can't go on
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Throws his nose to the sky
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And he aims it up above
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And he pisses like I cry
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On the unfaithful love
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In the port of Amsterdam
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In the port of Amsterdam
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Port Of Amsterdam
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| David Bowie |
